Do you ever feel like you try too hard and make next to no progress? I think I might be.
I'm still PTAing. I'm co-chairing another group, volunteering at least one day per week, and trying to get pregnant while still doing all of the cooking, half the cleaning, most of the childcare, and planning the garden. If I want busy enough, I'm also trying to write (obviously I've not been very successful there). I get a huge number of tasks done each day, and I fall, exhausted into my bed each night, but I don't feel like I'm getting anywhere.
I'm trying too hard to do everything, but it didn't make me happier or better. I find satisfaction in discovering new and old parts of myself through this insanity, but I'm also struggling to give other parts of myself adequate attention. That is always the silliest part of self discovery-finding a new party makes it hard to nourish our favorite parts for a while.
I'm looking forward to Saturday. It means the end of the PTA's fundraising cycle, my family's Ostara celebration, and the next to last week until Spring Break. I can't wait for a little peace (but no quiet since two little boys scare all forms of silence away).
I'm sorry about the previous formatting. I forgot that I need to change my spacing when using the Blogger app.